Tara’s POV
Well, that didn’t go very well, I think miserably as I lay in a fetal position there upon the hard “bed” in the little prison cell. The cell lacks even basic comforts, not that a soft mattress would ease the bodily discomfort from the beating I took this morning.
The cell doesn’t even contain any plumbing, just a bucket. For a woman who’s entering her third trimester? And been beaten and humiliated for half the morning? Screw the damn bucket!
Where is the balance? Moon goddess promised that my life would have all sorts of good things mixed in with the bad. I feel like I’ve had an excessive amount of bad stuff in the last year. I’m ready for the good stuff now, if you’re listening?
I hear foot steps outside the prison cell, and I wrap the meager blanket tightly aro
